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Those few months after Dumbledore had been deposed and the Pink Toad was headmistress, for Harry’s Gryffindor dorm-mates, was a time of great anguish.

In contrast Draco and his dorm-mates gloried in their new powers as the Inquisitorial Squad. They went around Hogwarts lording it over everyone and especially Four-eyes.

Not long before the fateful day when Madam Umbridge was deposed, Harry was on his way back the Gryffindor common-room when he was taken short and so called in the nearest lavatory to relieve himself. When he came out there were a number of Slytherins in the corridor.

“Potter! This is the second time we’ve caught you out after curfew.

“It’s not after curfew yet I’ve fifty minutes to go, Malfoy.”

“Don’t argue with the Inquisitorial Squad Captain,” Theo admonished Harry: “This is the new curfew imposed today by the Headmistress.

“How was I to know?”

“It’s on the latest notice, Mr Filch nailed up.”

“There are so many of them and so high up, no one can read them any longer.”

“That’s no excuse, Potter, and you know it. Luckily for you it’s a minor infraction and the Captain can punish for those. What do you want to do Draco?”

“Take him into the Inquisitorial Office and we’ll see to it there.”

Theo took Harry’s wand away and Draco’s two bully-boys frog-marched Harry to the room. On arrival Blaise set a privacy charm on the room. Harry expected to be freed once inside but Crabbe and Goyle stood each side of him still holding his hands pinioned behind him. As they tugged at his arms this way and that, Harry had to part his feet somewhat in order to maintain his balance.

This was a mistake he realised very quickly, because each of his captors looped one of their legs around one of his. Despite his struggles Harry was now held fast and bent slightly backwards.

On entering, Draco had gone to a desk and sat down. He wrote something on a parchment and then looked up at his captive. Slowly Draco’s eyes went from searching Harry’s furious face, down his torso resting where his midriff was thrust forward by the awkward stance. Draco stared at Harry’s flies and Harry had a horrible feeling that they were not done up after his pee, not that he could see below his belt.

Draco stood up and walked round the desk, coming to stand directly in front of Harry and invading his personal space. Draco’s nose was three inches away from Harry’s: “Now it is time for your punishment, Potter,” he gloated.

Harry felt Draco’s hand slap him on his chest and then bunch up to grip his pullover and shirt. The other hand landed just below the first but did not bunch up. It started to slide down Harry’s torso. The first hand, in bunching up Harry’s clothes had partially untucked his shirt from his jeans waistband, revealing a small amount of flesh. Draco’s other hand encountered this.

“Improperly dressed too, Potter; now that’s against article 583. That’s another minor infringement. You know how Madam Umbridge hates slovenly dress.”

While he was admonishing Harry, Draco’s hand was travelling further down and Harry felt his zip being drawn down.

“Stop that Malfoy, that’s not allowed.”

“Why so, Potter? Another infringement look guys, he forgot to do up his pants when he came out of the toilet.”

“SO HE DID,” agreed Blaise and Theo in unison.

“Now Potter, are you following the edict about undergarments?”

Draco’s fingers encountered bare flesh beneath the zip: “I do believe he’s going commando. That’s another infringement.” Draco was now palpitating Harry’s cock and balls.

“Gerroff, that’s rape!” Harry growled, and at the same time his disobedient staff started to harden.

Draco stared Harry in the eye and licked his lips suggestively: “Not yet it isn’t. I think his trousers had better come off. I might have entered his boxer flies by mistake.”

Theo popped Harry’s button and pulled his jeans to the floor, revealing his bright red boxers.

“At least this Gryffindor is obeying one of the Headmistress’s rules.” Draco smiled wickedly: “Oh dear, isn’t there a rule about indecent display, Blaise?”

Draco had popped Harry’s half-boner and gonads out of his boxer flies. He now stood to one side so that Theo and Blaise could see.

“That’s quite an accomplishment you have there, Potter,” said Theo coming forward to fondle Harry’s growing intumescence, incidentally making it expand further.

“Let me see, Theo.” Blaise elbowed his mate out of the way and starting to pull Harry’s plonker. “Is it a good baby-maker, Potter? Or haven’t you ever cum yet?”

Harry shuddered as Blaise’s fingers found a delicate place. Something snapped in his brain: “Of course I have, you grubby homo … Oh … Ah …”

Whatever Harry had been about to say went by the board, because Draco was back in charge of Harry’s erection, as well as squeezing its base, he was caressing the purple glans. The Gryff’s muscles spasmed a few times and he began to shoot his load.

As soon as the first jism appeared Draco left go, pointed his wand at Harry’s scarlet prong and said: “Draco cum videris ibis prope; dimittam vos tangit cum pelle!”

“What was that about, Malfoy?”

“It will act as a reminder of your punishment, Potter. Now turn him round, bare his arse and beat him.”

Each Slyth used a ruler three times. It stung but did not leave a permanent mark. Harry’s hard-on drooped very quickly at the first smack.

“You may go now, Potter.”

Harry turned round to glare at Draco and upon seeing the git immediately went hard again. He blushed as he looked round for his lower garments which were on the desk.

“After a corporal punishment you are supposed to shake the administrator’s hand and thank them, Potter.”

Harry already knew this from Uncle Vernon, and the two or three times Dumbledore had had to punish him. So, before he pulled on his clothes he shook hands perfunctorily and grunted his thanks. Draco was last and as Harry touched his hand he his still hard prick jerked and came.

“What have you done Malfoy?”

“Set a reminder, Potter, now get dressed or I will have to find more reasons to punish you.”

Harry decided that annoying the Slyth git would only result in more humiliation and suppressed the retort he had been going to make, drew on his trousers and made his escape. He ambled back to the dorm, mulling things over.

Harry was at the time when experimenting with your mates was getting old hat and most of them were now looking appreciatively at girls for the first time. However Harry was still checking out his dorm-mates and the Quidditch teams in the showers. This worried him slightly but he was careful not to let on to anyone, especially Ron, who at that time was eyeing up Lavender. He resolved not to tell anyone about what had happened. That resolution was further confirmed when, after retiring to bed, Harry had a wet dream about catching Draco in the showers after Quidditch and returning the manhandling.

In the morning Harry sat in his usual place chatting to his friends. Over the top of Seamus’s head he spotted a silver blond swaggering to his seat. Harry grunted as his cock started to expand and surreptitiously adjusted his trousers to accommodate it. Seamus stood, saying he had some homework to finish, and thus revealed a full view of the Slytherin table. Uncharacteristically Draco was sitting with his legs open, and when Harry glanced over he could see, under the table, two slight ball-bulges either side the seam in the blond’s well cut trousers. Harry blushed bright red, but stared slightly longer than he should have done before looking away. Draco saw him looking and secretly smiled to himself.

After the break there was a DADA class with the pink toad. The golden three bagged their usual desk and sat down, opening their pages ready to start reading, as was now usual.

The Headmistress waddled in, pink gown jerking behind her.

The class stood and parroted: “GOOD MORNING HEADMISTRESS!”

She beamed at them insincerely: “Good morning Class. Now today I want no chit-chat between friends. So you will sit at the seats I have indicated on the board.” She waved her wand and a diagram of the classroom appeared. There were quiet groans, but no one now grumbled openly in her class. Hermione got Pansy, Seamus got Blaise and Harry got Draco – their allocated desk was right at the back with Harry’s seat in the corner.

In the shuffling noise Draco whispered: “I saw you checking me out at breakfast, Potter. Fancy me, do you?” and, as Harry passed by, the Slyth groped the Gryff’s new hard-on through the cloth

Before Harry could reply the pink toad called for order and issued the numbers of the pages to be read. Harry gave Draco, what he hoped was a withering look, before sticking his nose into the pages. This was stuff they’d learned two years ago, so Harry switched off and started planning the next DA lesson in his head. In order to appear attentive, when Draco turned a page so did Harry – not that he was reading the text.

His planning was suddenly interrupted by Draco’s hand. It was unzipping his flies. Before Harry could stop him Draco had touched bare skin and Harry was having an ejaculation. He had no wish to draw the teacher’s attention and so pursed his lips and held his breath as the blond’s fingers rubbed his sensitive knob end.

To give him his due Draco did cast a cleaning charm, but his hand stayed inside Harry’s flies for the whole lesson, stroking the stiffy and making the Gryff quiver with lust.

“Now, before you move off to the next class, these will be your new partners for the next week, for all lessons. And, please note, you will be allocated the same desk positions. That will be all. Class dismissed.

After lunch it was history of magic. Their desk was almost in darkness. Draco had Harry’s trousers undone and his shiny scarlet cock showing to anyone who cared to glance. Luckily no one did. Harry came twice in that lesson.

In transfiguration, Malfoy was less adventurous – good thing too, because both of them were called down to demonstrate their lesson. Harry did notice however that, like himself, Draco had a bulge.

In the free period Harry rushed to the library to look up the exact words of the charm that Draco had used, not daring to ask Hermione. Seamus was there looking through the book that Harry wished to peruse.

“May I borrow that afterwards, Seamus?”

The Irish wizard blushed: “Want to look up that ‘cum videris’ charm are you?”

“Yes,” Harry went red in the face: “How did you guess?”

“Erm … They got me for some minor misdemeanour. Zabini had his hand on me cock all day. So you’ve got Malfoy have you?”

“Yes-s-s. Problem is, I rather like it,”

“Mmm … I know what you mean … so do I. But I’d like to get my hand on his tool as well. I tried, but my fingers felt as if they were burning the nearer they got to his pubes.”

“Not tried it with Malfoy.”

“Whatever you want to try with Mr Malfoy, please discuss this outside the library, Students. Put that book away and leave!” Madam Pince had come behind them without them noticing.

“SORRY MADAM PINCE,” they carolled and left the library without having found out what the words meant.

The following day was almost as bad, Harry dreaded to double potions lesson with Snape, but gritted his teeth and went to his new designated place.

“I hope Mr Malfoy’s good influence will aid you to turn in a reasonable potion, Mr Potter,” Snape said sneeringly.

Despite his hard-on Harry was able to concentrate, he also was a few seconds behind Draco in his potion preparation, because he was copying the Slyth’s actions. Net result: two good potions and a surprised look on Severus’s face. They were the first two to complete their assignment and retired back to their table to write up the results.

“Thanks, Malfoy, for showing me,” Harry said as he sat down.

“If my partner failed it would show me up unfavourably, Potter; especially in my Godfather’s class. You have time to give me recompense now.” Draco’s fingers grasped Harry’s hard-on.

“Let me know when you’re ready to cum.” Draco was massaging the Potter pole through his trousers.

Harry was determined not to tell the git, and endured ten minutes of the ‘almost-there’ feeling. Draco had found Harry’s bulbous end and was caressing it beneath the cloth. The feeling was electrifying and the Gryff was spasming as a result of the Slyth’s ministrations. Harry gasped out loud, making Snape look round.

“Is anything wrong Mr Potter?”

“N-no, Sir.”

“Good … Well get on with making your notes instead of daydreaming.”

“Yes, Sir.” Harry picked up his quill and promptly gasped again because Draco had found another sweet spot.

Snape looked round and caught Draco grinning maliciously. This time the teacher said nothing, going to his desk to consult his schedule.

The school bell rang and the potions master looked up: “Class dismissed! Messrs Potter and Malfoy stay behind, I wish to talk to you in my office.”

Harry drew his cloak around himself to disguise his boner-bulge and followed a smirking Draco into Snape’s office. Both students stood in front of the desk whilst the master sat behind it. The master slowly scrutinised both students and noted that Harry had drawn his cloak together. He also noted a self-satisfied smirk on his godson’s face. He continued his scrutiny whilst contemplating the reasons.

“What are you hiding, Mr Potter?”

“N-nothing, Sir.”

“Is this office too cold for you then?”

“N-no Sir.”

“Well then, release your cloak and stand up straight.”

Harry did so and Snape clocked the large bulge beneath Harry’s belt. This jogged his memory, and he remembered James playing a trick on him. As he mused, Severus remembered that he never was able to pay James back for the insult and his warped mind decided to embarrass James’s son by way of retribution.

“You appear to have a swelling on your stomach, Mr Potter. Does it need a salve to help it reduce?”

“N-no Sir, I am quite well thank you.”

“So you say that my eyes are seeing no swelling beneath your belt. What else could it be then? I think we should investigate this phenomenon more closely. Petrificus Totalis!”

Harry went stiff but, unlike Neville, remained in an upright position.

“Will you undo Mr Potter’s trousers, please Draco.”

Harry felt alarmed as Draco unclipped his belt, popped his button and drew down his zip. Harry’s trousers descended to the floor dragging his boxers with it. Harry’s scarlet staff flopped into view, throbbing with unspent desire. Snape scrutinised this and the tightened balls carefully, noting a droplet of pre-cum in the meatus.

“Something seems to have aroused your sexual interest Mr Potter. Don’t tell me you have the hots for my godson.”

“N-no Sir.”

“I see … Do I suppose, Godson, that you have been using an unauthorised charm on Mr Potter?”

Draco mumbled an inaudible reply.

“So you have … I see … Now Draco you must complete the hex and not leave Mr Potter in suspense any longer.”

“Yes Godfather.” Draco touched Harry’s prong and an embarrassed Gryff splurged spunk onto the potions master’s desk.

Severus lifted the binding hex.

“S-sorry Sir … Tergeo!” Harry waved his wand and the milky liquid disappeared.

“Understood … Now Draco, remove the hex.”

“Finite Incantatem!”

Harry felt the compulsion drain out of him and his cock relaxed to its normal position. Snape scrutinised the Gryff’s appendages.

“I see you have a fine set there, Mr Potter; slightly larger than your father’s, I think. Put them away. Then you may leave.”

A red faced Harry bent down and drew up both garments in one go; quickly fastening his flies. Once Harry was through the door he lingered and thought he could hear the sound of a cane hitting bare buttocks inside.

Malfoy did not attend that meal. Harry noticed him squirming during the next lesson. It was his turn to grin maliciously. Not that he had much time to gloat because the pink toad called for him to go to her office - - - and we know what happened there and later in the Forbidden Forest.

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Just before he left Dumbledore’s presence the headmaster looked at Harry.

“Please don’t disturb the status quo for the next couple of days, Harry. We still have to find the ex-headmistress, and until we do I cannot be officially reinstated. Hagrid is out there looking for her.” He smiled puckishly: “I expect dear Dolores will be exhausted when we find her.”

“Exhausted, Sir?”

“Yes … Well … The centaurs do have a certain reputation to keep up, don’t they? It’s not often they have a frigid virgin as a prisoner to play with and they are well endowed.”

“Oh … I see … Perhaps the experiences will make her less disagreeable.”

“We can hope so.” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled: “Although she will be quite sore afterwards.”

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Draco went to report to the headmistress, and found her room completely stripped of pink frills and pictures of kittens. While he was puzzling over this the school bell rang, so he hurried to Binns’ classroom and flopped down next to Harry without thinking. He then realised what he had done.

“Come back for the return match, Malfoy?” Harry asked, sotto voce.

“What do you mean?” whispered Draco, looking scared.

“She’s not in her office now, is she? The tables are turned. Malfoy: Harry cum videris ibis prope; dimittam vos tangit cum pelle!”

Draco felt his erection rise and squirmed to get it in the right position.

“Let me do that for you.” Harry’s fingers were soon gripping the Slyth’s meat through the cloth.

Slowly, Harry began to slide his clenched digits up and down the covered meat. The magical compulsion ensured that Draco assisted in his own downfall and he slid forward in his seat displaying his bulge and mewling under his breath. After a time, Harry stopped the reciprocal movement and, clasping the base of the covered hard-on with one hand, fingered the swollen knob with the other. Draco’s abdominal muscles started to convulse and his harsh breathing was beginning to draw the other students’ attention.

Draco leaned shakily forward; allowing his cloak to mask the Gryff’s fingers so that the inquisitive ones could not see what was happening: “How soon can I have release, Potter? It’s already aching.”

“How many times can you cum in an hour, Malfoy?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never timed myself.”

Harry opened Draco’s flies, allowing the crimson cock to feel the air: “Fine … put your watch on the desk … and we’ll find out … … … … … … …

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